And when the drums solo arouse you may try to reach the heavens up high through the fingers in your hands

The rock concert is a show.

At the end

the bums taking the cans

from the ground the beat took place

Guess who

am I?

I am the can they kick

to learn how to play the role

The can they smoke as a pipe

are the lover of the star

The cans they turn into coins

are the fish in the ocean of grass

The pipes are the chips

and the kick

is the guitar

who's broken by your very arms

At the end

all the cans on the ground

no one had been selling beer or pop

Have nano-tec been attracted

to be smashed on a soundsonic kiss

on a trampled piss

If you can put your hands up and down 

at the command of the drums

if your feet is dancing by the swing of the guitar

And your soul devoted your heart to the bass

through all the two hour on a row

you will get out of this moment with a glow

of rockabilly bless

Bless which the vocal caress

your hairs.

(the platform Guitar Hero is pioneer at music sheet programming, to decode the useless nano-tec (made redundant, purple-rain) at safe and guard without harming the Fenders).

(Since I started to synchronize music I don't go to concerts no more

I am giving up rock'n'roll.

They make my heart bleed

and no one can fix.

Even when men pretend they are common gentle-sweet

the rock soul that binds us

allow his betray

Poverty, cheat, shame

skinny sardines on my throne

commanding the show

and showing who's ruling the rules

against who's sun's never shone)

Luv,

Thaís Fernanda Ortiz de Moraes